No, from now on it was “tits,” without the cutesy ending. Fred Conyers retained a fondness for the word “boobs” and continued to use it. Likew...ise, neither used the word “penis” very often, and never “pee-pee” or “wiener” or anything like that. Frida felt a little tingle every time she said “dick” while Fred preferred the word “cock,” feeling that it conveyed a certain strength. Both had quickly adopted “pussy” as the word of choice for the female genitalia. A couple of times the teenage boy had. An attacker's sword sliced open my belly and I crumpled to my knees.Robin yelled, "Master!" and tried to come to my aid. My attacker swunghis sword at him, he jumped back out of reach, but tripped and fell outan open window. "Atbir!" he screamed as he fell out of sight.---CHAPTER 3 - THE CAPTAINI met Robin when my ship was in the Atlantic, about ten miles off thecoast of north Africa, east of Casablanca. We were a merchant vessel,bound for Brazil with a load of cargo from France and Spain. My. Her breasts were small but very firm. They needed no support from a bra. Without a bra, her nipples made a definite impression on her blouse, and me.I met Julie and her 25-year-old husband, Mike, while we were attending a CB (Citizen Band Radio) get together in central Arizona. Those gatherings were known as Breaks and were meant to allow CBers from a large geographical area to get to know one another and see the latest radio gear. The larger Breaks had numerous radio equipment venders. Some of. She stirs warm under her covers. Her bed is somehow different, the usual morning scents sweeter, her bed warmer, her body telling her tales usually reserved for much later when she has fully awakened. Her hand wanders between her legs only to find another, parting her lips, tenderly caressing her folds, opening her gently, driving her passionately. Her hand joins the phantom hand within her, soon becoming of a part with it, and she falls into a deeper, trancelike sleep.She remembers the lovely.